The Heart That Gives, Gathers.

The Small Tuft Of Fronds Or Katydid Legs Above Each Eye, Still Numbering The Units In Each Group; The Shadbones Regularly Set About The Mouth, To Droop Or Rise

... We Do Not Admire What We Cannot Understand.

Sun And Moon And Day And Night And Man And Beast Each With A Splendor Which Man In All His Vileness Cannot Set Aside; Each With An Excellence!

What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our Guilt? All Are Naked, None Is Safe.

Dürer Would Have Seen A Reason For Living In A Town Like This.